Not my Fight.

 Scared.
An emotion I'm not used to showing; Feeling.
But it's appeared,
Flashing true colors.
Pumping and coursing through my veins,
As I decide.
A year pushed past before I realized I need to face you.
My fears.
My true throat screaming nightmare fears.
Square off the loose ends,
Walk away.
Sounds so easy, Too easy.
But I'm tired of this fight.
A fight that started before I got in; Or out.
I might not do it today,
Tomorrow,
Perhaps this weekend.
But I'm tired of this fight,
I'm tired of hiding these scared eyes.
I see this thing in front of me,
And for once,
It might actually belong to me.